Page 43 of Entangled in the Woods
“What do you think all of this stuff is?” Gesturing to the plants that lined my desk next to the window and all the papers that littered my desk, I looked at him unamused. “I’m here to research. I don’t need you. My thesis needs to be my priority. I’m far enough behind as it is.”
Everett stopped his brooding and turned to look at my desk. He lifted one of the potted plants on the desk. “So not only do you save trees, but you also grow them?”
“Yeah.” I laughed under my breath. “I do it all.”
Everett took his time lifting the little pots and examining each closely. The number of plants that littered my room could intrigue some people. I had collected quite a few more to add to my collection, putting them in little pots of dirt.
“All of your plants are doing so well. They’re so healthy.” Everett seemed surprised. I guess when your forest was turning brown and dying, seeing healthy plants was unexpected.
“I’ve always had a green thumb,” I said. “I had a large garden growing up.”
Everett continued to examine the plants, lifting each pot and delicately touching the leaves.
I talked to fill the silence. “I’m most interested in medicinal plants, plants that can heal.” He picked up a pot that held a flourishing plant of green leaves and white flowers. “That one’s yarrow. That’s what I used to stop the bleeding and heal your arm.” I reached out to touch the leaves and found my fingers touching Everett’s as he did the same. The sexual electricity in Everett was still flowing, and my finger became a conduit, channeling the raw energy. I gasped at the shock and pulled my hand away.
Everett carefully set down the plant and stalked me as I backed up. The back of my knees hit the bed, and I fell onto my butt, sitting on the bed, looking up at him. His golden eyes were swirling. He placed one knee next to me and climbed fully onto the bed, placing his other leg on my other side. My face was against his abdomen, and I could smell the outdoors on his skin.
Placing his hands under my arms, he lifted me further onto the bed, dragging my legs through the bridge of his own, gently laying me down. Leaning over, Everett lowered a hand on either side of my head and dropped toward me, staring at my lips. My hands found his chest as I tried to keep a distance between our bodies. My legs wriggled, and my center burned with anticipation. Everett was right—my body didn’t lie.
He easily broke through my hand barrier and planted a small kiss on my lips. This took me back. He usually filled my mouth with needy, rough kisses. What game was he playing? I’d gotten used to the uninhabited kisses. It needed the rush that came with Everett fully claiming my lips. My body came alive. I bucked my hips up to meet Everett’s, and a low growl greeted me from deep within his chest.
“Is your body telling me the truth, Elise?” His voice was gravelly and strained. He needed the roughness too.
I didn’t have words to answer him. I grabbed the bottom of his skull and pulled his face to mine. Our lips met softly until I traced my tongue along his closed lips. It was all the invitation Everett needed to proceed. The kiss was electric. Our lips and tongues were at war with each other, searching for some semblance of relief. Kissing did nothing but fuel the fire growing deep between my legs. I hadn’t found release since I had gotten here. Wilder surely had done nothing to help me, and Everett left me feeling desperate every time we touched.
I wrapped my legs around his hips and lifted my center to his. I groaned at the feeling of his hardness, ready for me. Thepressure against the nub between my legs was too much. Everett chuckled between my lips. He broke the kiss, getting into a kneeling position, and grabbed my hips. Lifting me up by my pelvic bone, he pulled my open center against his hard shaft, and I gasped at the sensation.
“I haven’t been able to get rid ofthissince I kissed you at the bar last week.” My eyes widened. “It’s fucking miserable. Do you feel what you do to me?” He thrusted his clothed erection against my opening and started moving my hips up and down its length. My head fell back as I moaned at the sensation.
“Why don’t you do something about it?” I was more than willing and wanting. Everett was being nothing more than a tease. He set my hips down and draped his body over mine. His nose trailed from between my breasts, up my neck and to my ear. I could feel the line he’d made even after his lips brushed my ear.
“Knowing you, Lyka, you would be anything but quiet,” he said. “I won’t share the noises that will come out of your mouth when I make you come with anyone. Those noises are for my ears only.”
Luckily it was dark because I could feel my face turn a deep red. I wondered if he could smell that my roommates were home. Oh god, I hoped I hadn’t woken them up. Jenny would have so many questions in the morning.
Everett stuck his nose in the spot between my neck and shoulder that had become one of my favorite parts of my body. Whispering quietly enough for only my ears, he spoke to me. “I’ll do something about it soon.” He nuzzled the spot, inhaling deeply before he lifted himself off me.
I sat up on my elbows and gazed at his shadowy figure. Deep, rapid breaths filled the dark room.
He made his way to the window and started to climb out. “I need to get back to the pack. You’re too tempting. You smell too good.” In the shadow of his body, I could see him adjustinghimself in his pants, trying to find a comfortable position. “Make sure you close your window after I leave. I don’t want any other wolves to smell your desire.”
I scoffed as he fully exited my window. “You’re such a tease, Everett!”
What was he doing coming to see me, visiting me likethatand then leaving me in a haze of need? I could hear him chuckling to himself as he walked away, back into the woods.
I closed my window loudly so he could hear the slam and flung myself back on my bed. Yet again, left unfulfilled.
CHAPTER TWENTY
The next morning,I woke up and got ready for my run. It was supposed to be a warm day, so I opted for a black sports bra and green running shorts. Throwing my hair up into a bun, I walked down the hall toward the kitchen. Leo’s room was already empty. We would have to finish our conversation soon. He had never shown an interest in me or my work before, his focus only on Jenny and his research. His behavior last night had been strange.
Jenny waved quickly at me as I passed her room. I breathed a sigh of relief that no one had heard my guest last night. She certainly would have brought it up.
About a mile into my run, I was feeling good and ready to sweat out all my sexual frustration. Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw a large black wolf running parallel to me about twenty feet away.
I tripped over my own feet before catching myself on my hands and knees. I slowly lifted my head from the ground to see the black wolf sitting on his haunches with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, staring at me.
What did he want?
